News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-03-24
THE PERENNIAL DOG DAYS.
Why the Old Man Became Insane on the
Train.

AS we sailed down from Syracuse | fell
asleep, but the old gentleman sitting be-
side me grew so restless and fdgety that
he reused me. In the seat in front of us
a lady and gentleman were carrying on
one of those intellectual conversations
that are evidently intended for the whole
car, and tend to make travel such rare
pleasure to a man who has just escaped
from the asylum. | lost the opening
chapters Of the dialogue, but it was evil
dent the lady wanted to buy ''dawg," s"
and the gentleman knew everything
about" dawgs." She wanted setter.
''Red or liver colored2" he asked.
''Oh," she didn't care Just so it was a
handsome setter. 81 do 50 love beau
tifuI setter And neUer had one, and
l just long for one"
"WelI," he said, ''they are beautiful
dogs. [ couldn't live without dogs.
There's something so loving about a
dog"
$50 human" she said, $50 more than
human. There is nothing in all this aOorLd
so devoted as dogs affection"
That's SO. A dogs love is perfectly
unselfsh. If you feed him, he loves you,
if you beat him, he still loves you"
"Ohn' she cried, chow can anybody
beat a dog! l hate man who Can be
cruel to dog"
so do ]. I'd shoot man in min
ute if saw him kick one of my dogs.
have seven dogs"
"Oh! how happy you must be-"
eyes, and there isn't room in my
house too good for those dogs, and they
know it too. You know my big black
Newfoundland, St. Augustine LIE Claire T!
I paid one hundred dollars for him.
Well he sleeps in my room aud often
he climbs right up on my bed and sleeps
there
"Oh! isn't that too cunning for any
thing"
''Ies, my dogs live all over the house.
Then my wife has three dogs of her
own, that makes ten altogether 1t seems
like good many"
''But get you couldn't spare one"
ooh, no The house would seem lone
1y without them. They always welcome
me when l come home; they're always
glad to see me Last spring when my
Siberian bloodhound Charlemagne died
thought my wife would go wild. She
cried herself into hysteria, and went to
bed; gave up society, put on mourning
and locked the piano. l couldn't eat
anything myself for days. I felt as
though had lost a son."
'You have children, haven't you, Mr..
Kennelthorpe?"
"Oh yes; have three, two boys and
a girl no, two girls-no, no; what am
thinking of? They're all girls"
Here the old gentleman collared me
and dragged me furious Y into the smok-
ing car, where he backed me up against
the wood box and held me fercely by
the collar
''That's the cause of hydrophobia, he
howled. That's the kind of stuff that
makes man mad The bite of mad
dog is healing balm after such rot as
that One hundred dollars for a dog
Buy all the clrs that ever yelped.
can buy one hundre dogs for one dol
lar. and then I'd only keep one and I'd
kill him! Am [ right2"
feebly aid, "Amen."
''You are saved he said, relaxing his
hold, ''and now let Us sit down and
smoke one of the train boys non com
bustible cigars, for l must nerve myself
to deed of awful justice "
"What is you II do"
81 am going to kill that man when he
gets off the train, and at the same time
you will kill the woman, or l shall kill
you
But when we got to Utica they rushed
the old gentleman off and took him tx
the asylum. And I was the only man
on the train who knew what drove him
mad. ROBERT j. BURDETTE.